Chapter One

He roared into town on his bike, without regard for anyone else. He pulled up to a diner, turned off the bike, put down the kickstand and dismounted.

Taking off his helmet, he looked around at the scene. It was modern day Denver, complete with the coolness despite it being early June.

He smoothed his tousled light brown hair down and fixed his wind-blown jacket around him.

He looked at the diner he stood in front of, his stomach telling him he should eat.

He made his way to one of the stools in front and sat down. Grabbing a menu, he decided what sounded good and placed his order with the cute waitress.

He would wait until tonight to make his grand entrance. Tonight, there wouldn't be a person in Denver that mattered who didn't know his name.

She watched from behind the counter as this newcomer on his bike came her way. He was definitely good-looking, there was no denying that. She wondered who he was and what his story was. Someone like that doesn't just come to Denver for no reason, he came with an agenda. She just hoped that maybe she could fit into it.

She watched as he walked towards her, sat down and grabbed a menu. A few minutes later he placed his order which she began to make. Maybe she could make small talk as he was eating. Then again, maybe he wasn't the type for small talk.

She put his burger and fries in front of him and he began to eat. She cleaned up her mess and waited for him to finish.

Her mind drifted and her line of vision shifted to his bike. It wasn't a Harley or a Chopper like most bikers in Denver rode, but rather a crotch-rocket as they were called. She'd seen a few around, mostly from the street racers her cousin hung around.

"Nice bike," she said before she knew she'd said it.

"Thanks," he looked up at her. "Designed the body m'self."

This time when she looked at it, she looked at it more closely. It was midnight black with a white tiger on the side. Looking at his helmet, she noticed it also had a tiger on it.

"Nice. So, that kinda your trademark or what?" she questioned.

He smiled inwardly, knowing it was only a matter of time.

"You could say that," he answered.

"It's unique," she admitted.

"Yeah, something like that," he nodded.

He continued eating and she returned to her inventory.

'She was nice enough', he thought to himself, watching her busy herself. 'Too quiet though. Probably wouldn't know where the action was around here.'

He finished his meal and paid for it, thanking her for both the grub and her company. Then he jumped on his bike and left.

As soon as he left, she pulled out her cell and dialed her cousin's cell.

"Talk to me, cuz," he answered, knowing it was her.

"He's here," she stated in a definitive tone.

"You're sure it's him?"

"Bastian, I saw the tiger, k. I know it's him. He just doesn't know what's up yet."

"He will soon enough," he answered. "Thanks for the heads up."

"Anytime," she answered.

After she hung up, she closed down the diner, jumped on her own bike, and drove home.